"Hang on, hang on... I need to grab some stuff for my b--project..." Okay, so Logan enjoyed a beer or two or ten, but that didn't mean she was letting him in on her plans. He might think she was a raging alcoholic, wild from withdrawals or something. She would at least wait until she had a batch made before announcing her hobbies.

This pantry was all shelving from floor to ceiling. They needed to be systematic about this, not wanting to be caught in the middle of picking apples if something came after them. Though it was such a confined space, it was rather unlikely anything big enough to be threatening could be lurking in here. So, she had her manly mule and her sweatshirt to carry things in. It was definitely going to take more than one trip, but she would cross that bridge tomorrow when it came. "I'm looking for apples or oranges, lots of 'em, preferably ones we didn't squish. I need sugar, ketchup if we can find it, yeast... if we can find that, I need some cans of fruit juice..." Hmmm, was she missing anything? "Yeah... any of that... And then we can get the hell out of here..."